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Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Chapter 93

Louis' P.O.V


I stand up from my position noticing the stare from Liam in the distance.Giving him a small nod the lad turns on his heels sauntering behind the crowd with his hand in Sophia's. Never have I thought this day would come. I always thought I would be the one in the casket, the one to die before Eleanor, nothing different. But now the tables have turned and I am the one to have a life full ahead of me while my wife-to-be is cut short. Cut way too short. We were planning on taking a trip to Antarctica this January, but now that is all thrown away. Hopefully she may still chase her dreams in heaven, because that is where she belongs truly as in angel. I still feel more than guilty for all of this. I mean what if she came with me for a couple months on tour? Maybe that would have messed with the devil's plan. But in the end. . .no matter how many "what if's" I think up of, she is gone. Dead, and never to return.

Sighing, my chilled fingertips ride over the shiny, black wood which is warm. The woman had told me that I would be able to open the casket. And even though I have seen her within the past month or so. I do not know if I truly would want to see her actual body. The body of a human soul that I once loved too much once upon a time. But if I do not open the casket, I will never have this opportunity ever again within my life. Once she below the Earth's surface that I walk today she will be gone. Gone to remain at rest yet not peace. If I do not open this casket to witness the last appearance of my beloved, I will never forgive myself.

I take a breath inhaling too much before coughing bitterly to the side. So hard that my chest hurts. Even more. If Eleanor were here should would pride me to do it, to see her again no matter what scars, and damage her cruel demon of a killer had done.

With shaky fingers I curl them under the rim of the roof of the casket. Using force I pull it slightly mid-way. Before I know it my breathing is too uneven causing my fingers to let go quickly. Shutting the roof closed with a thump. My heart beats through my ears and I can barely breath. Some how I am managing to stand on my two feet still alive.

Come on Louis, she is already dead. There is no need to be such a coward, like always. I think to myself waiting a few seconds before regaining self confidence. Once again I pull the roof of the casket slowly rising it. I keep my eyes focused above and at a tree far away. When it is finally risen I don't look down. Not yet. I'm just not ready. To be honest I do not know what to expect. But as I am tilting my neck down, my wide slightly widen.

And here she lies. Upon white, satin, fluffy cushioned material. My throat becomes dry and parch , and sweat drops down from my armpits, and back uncomfortably. I lick my chapped lips leaning closer to Eleanor. My heart beats a thousand miles, thumping within my ears. I feel like my body is going to collapse any minute. Yet I am a hold. Here in front of my beloved.

Eleanor looks so sorrowful. Her skin, so white, so colorless, more than pale. It is an unhealthy color in fact it seems to be glowing. Whiter than the spread out clouds above my head. Eleanor's eyes are closed having blue veins shown on her eyelids. Lips a soft pink which seems to be soft due to the treatment the cemetery had done to her before. Her hair is nicely surrounding her bringing back the memories of all the time she took to get it "just right".

"She's still beautiful," my words whisper through my dry, parted lips.

I breath in deeply.

With shaky hands I bring them to her's. I carefully untangle her fingers feeling the scratch of her almost ancient scars. Wounds that had caused her to die so suddenly. Wounds roam over this beautiful creature's body yet she still remains oh-so beautiful. Like always. Placing the small, black, velvet box within her hands my whole being starts to shake. Shake with both depression, and sorrow. Once I am done I manage to still hold onto Eleanor's right hand giving it a squeeze here and there.

I use my other hand to caress over her stomach area, and up her arms. It does not even feel as though she is gone. I feel like Eleanor is asleep, and tomorrow morning she will beg me to drive her to work after I pride her into making love to me. I feel as though I will hear the echo of her laugh, and witness her light brown eyes squinting at me due to my perverted jokes. But what I feel is wrong. What I want to feel is far away now.

Though not all of her wounds are scars. Some are still new scabs that are turning blue. I can even still see the blood. Dry blood. Of course. Yet no matter how long I await here in front of her body, I will sometime have to go. Allow her to go. Before I do so, I take my pink colored rose setting it beside her pale body against her arm.

Inhaling deeply, I prepare myself by licking my lips swiftly and slowly bending down towards Eleanor's face. Her dark, long, curly eyelashes at rest.

I move my lips to her forehead pressing down somewhat firmly planting a long kiss. As I am no tilted over, I feel her icy cold forehead against my lips having no fear now that I am so close to her. I close my eyes picturing what she would be doing right now. Here, on the other side. I wait a couple more seconds before drawing back and slowly opening my eyes. My fingers never seem to leave her's. Something within me wants more closure you could say. So without thinking I bend down against, but this time giving her soft, pink lips a gentle kiss. I move to her ear close in.

"I will never forget you Eleanor Jane Calder. I love you with all of my soul and I always will love." Those were my last words to my long time girlfriend, whom I were to marry someday.

I close the shinny black casket still trying to somewhat screen shot of what she now looks like. Even with the marks upon her beautiful skin. I start backing away slowly. Taking everything all in, the men came from the garden house where they had been waiting and lifted up my dear girlfriend. I take a deep breath holding my hands and squinting my eyes as the wind gets stronger. The men split up into two groups with three men on each side holding Eleanor up on their shoulders.

I try to read there expression as I stand in front of them, but I fail since they are wearing their black shades. I swallow hard, and awkwardly turn around to lead the men down to where Eleanor is to be buried. Then I start to walk. . .well let's say saunter towards the crowd with my eyes stern hoping to show no expression at all. This is it, from now on I'm going to have to be strong. Whether I like it or not.

Notes

Comments

@Sameria
Yea

Bipolar Bipolar
3/21/15

@Bipolar
Really!? Aw ilsym :) Thank you!

Yeezy Yeezy
3/21/15

OK ok look

I personally think that instead of publishing that piece of shit 'after' they should publish this (maybe with different characters)

Bipolar Bipolar
3/21/15

Next chapter more drama? Wow. This chapter was drama filled. I can't imagine what's next.

LTStyles92 LTStyles92
7/30/14

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Mrs_Tommo53 Mrs_Tommo53
7/25/14